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The revel now proceed apace,
They sit, they drink, and eat;
Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down ydrops the knight:
Beyond the length of night.
, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, Till up the welkin rose the day,
Then deem'd the dole was o'er :
Which Edwin lost afore.
This tale a sybil nurse ared;
And when the tale was done,
And some are born with none.
But virtue can itself advance
By fortune seem'd design'd;
Upon th' unworthy mind.'
THE FAIRIES! FAREWELL.
FAREWELL, rewards and fairies!
Good housewives now may say;. For now foul sluts in dairies
Do fare as well as they ; And though they sweep their hearths no less
Than maids were wont to do, Yet who of late for cleanliness
Finds sixpence in her shoe?
Lament, lament, old abbies,
The faries' lost command !
But some have chang'd your land:
Are now grown Puritans,
For love of your domains.
At morning and at evening both
You merry were and glad,
These pretty ladies had.
Or Ciss to milking rose,
And nimbly went their toes.
Witness those rings and roundelays
Of theirs, wbich yet remain, Were footed
queen Mary's days On many a grassy plain.
But since of late Elizabeth
And later James came in ; They never danc'd on any heath,
As when the time had been. By which we note the fairies
Were of the old profession; Their songs were Ave Maries,
Their dances were procession. But now, alas! they all are dead,
Or gone beyond the seas, Or further for religion fled,
Or else they take their ease. A tell-tale in their company
They never could endure; And whoso kept not secretly
Their mirth, was punish'd sure : It was a just and Christian deed
To pinch such black and blue:
Such justices as you !
A registrar they have,
A man both wise and grave.
By one that I could name
To William for the same.
Give laud and praises due,
With tales both old and true ;
To William all give audience,
And pray ye for his noddle; For all the fairy's evidence
Were lost, if it were addle.
THE FROLICSOME DUKE *. Now as Fame does report, a young duke keeps
a court, One that pleases his fancy with frolicsome sport : But among all the rest, here is one, I protest, Which will make you to smile when you hear the
true jest. A poor linker he found lying drunk on the ground, As secure in a sleep as if laid in a swound.
The duke said to his men, William, Richard, and
Ben, "Take him home to my palace, we'll sport with
him then.' O'er a horse he was laid, and with care soon con
vey'd To the palace, although he was poorly array'd: Then they stripp'd off his clothes, both liis shirt,
shoes, and hose, And they put him to bed for to take his repose.
Having pull’d off his shirt, which was all over dirt, They did give him clean holland, which was no
* The story is told of Philip the Good, duke of Burgundy.
On a bed of soft down, like a lord of renown,
Now he lay something late, in his rich bed of state,
Though he seem'd something mute, yet he chose a
From a convenient place the right duke his good
is great :